Bogart Vol 01 No 01 -

The confrontation was swift. In a flurry of punches and wisecracks, Bogart cleared the room. He didn't need a gun; he had the "magic names" of his ancestors and a survival instinct that wouldn't quit.

"I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand tightening into a fist. "Now, where's the girl?" Bogart Vol 01 No 01

As the sun began to rise over the Mediterranean, Bogart stood on the tarmac, watching the fox and her sister board a plane to Lisbon. He knew he’d never see her again, but that was the life he chose. The confrontation was swift

He started his investigation the only way he knew how—by finding the nearest bad guy and punching him in the face. It didn't matter if the guy knew anything; in Bogart's world, everyone was guilty of something. "I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand